The reborn medical concubine and her baby stun the whole capital

Choose to live or die?

This question is easy to answer for Lan Tiao.

He cannot die.

He wanted to get home safely to his younger siblings.

There's always a price to pay for becoming stronger, right?

Lan Tiao's eyes were burning with fighting spirit. The more dangerous the place, the easier it is to stimulate a person's potential.

Of course, sometimes people are killed by danger before their potential is unleashed.

Fortunately, the Compassion tribe did not kill everyone, but gave them a way to survive.

When the time for one stick of incense passed, the high priest said: "Now, give your answer... Those who are willing to serve the gods should kneel down and not be killed."

After speaking, the teardrop mark between his eyebrows flashed twice, lifting the restriction on "sacrifice".

The 99 spiritual masters suddenly felt light all over and regained control of their bodies.

Some people have a strong character and would rather die than surrender. Moreover, they feel that they were caught before because they were unprepared. Now, when they regain their freedom, they immediately use their strongest spells and spiritual weapons.

One cultivator disappeared in an instant and ran to no one knows where. Another cultivator took out a gourd bottle from his waist, uncorked the bottle, and put himself in it directly. The other cultivator He took out a cassock and put it on himself...

The methods of practitioners are all kinds of strange and different.

In the crowd, Lei Zihe's eyes flickered. He was the young master of the Lei family. He was arrogant and naturally did not want to kneel. However, he had personally experienced the horror of compassion for his tribe, so he lifted up his robe and knelt down.

Seeing this scene, Situ Xuelian who was not far away gritted her teeth and also knelt down.

The eyes of the puppet Situ Lianzi have returned to normal color. He looks like a normal living person, kneeling next to his sister with a natural expression.

Chu Zhuzhu clenched the kitchen knife in her hand. After weighing the pros and cons, she also chose to kneel down. She looked up at the statue on the altar and thought to herself, this statue was so secretive that it covered its face with green miasma, preventing anyone from seeing it. Seeing his true appearance, this hiding style does not look like a decent god.

Oh no, to be precise, are there any gods in this world?

Some are just relatively powerful practitioners.

This "god" must be very powerful, or he must have practiced an evil technique that can confuse people's hearts, so he has developed so many believers and can even give believers power.

Gongsun Mang did not kneel down in a hurry, but looked at Lan Tiao with a look of resentment and said, "I must have committed too many sins in my previous life to meet you in this life."

Lan Tiao shook her head and said calmly: "No, I think you have done a lot of evil in your life, so you received retribution today."

Anyway, they have fallen to this point, and Lan Tiao no longer worries that he will be controlled to trade with Gongsun Mang again. He believes that once Gongsun Mang makes any changes, he will be suppressed immediately——

Referring specifically to the cultivators who had just used various means to escape, they had come back one by one, and were kneeling on the ground uncontrollably, with faces full of fear and pleading.

Gongsun Mang sneered and said: "Retribution? How can there be any retribution in this world? Only people from small countries will believe in retribution and think that demon cultivators will not die well if they kill people. But in fact... there are demon cultivators in the world who are murderous. There are many, and some demon cultivators can even become stronger just by killing people..."

While he was talking, he saw that there were not many people standing there anymore. Gongsun Mang's brows jumped and he knelt down quickly.

Lan Tiao also knelt on the ground.

There were still a dozen spiritual masters left. They neither ran away nor knelt down. Instead, they raised their heads and looked at the statue on the altar. Gradually, their eyes became filled with fanaticism and their knees slowly bent.

Seeing this, the high priest showed a joyful smile on his face and said, "It seems that there are some good people among you who know how to return when you go astray. Very good!"

Now, all 99 "sacrifice" have knelt down, while the compassionate tribesmen, except the high priest, are still dancing strangely.

The high priest said: "The sacrificial ceremony is about to officially begin. Let me remind you that only those who sincerely surrender can receive the forgiveness and blessings of the gods..."

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the reactions of the group of spiritual masters, but turned around and knelt towards the altar again. This time he recited an ancient and mysterious language in his mouth. Every word of this language gave people a sense of There is a sense of grandeur. Even if everyone has never heard this language, they can understand its meaning. It is as if this language has its own translation function. Any intelligent creature, whether human or animal, can understand the meaning of the words. The meaning of the expression.

The statue cast a green light, covering the high priest. Then, every time the high priest spoke a word, the green light formed a word in the air. Slowly, a complete prayer surrounded the altar, and the dance of compassion for the tribe gradually softened and became faint. There was an atmosphere of sadness lingering around. This kind of sadness was very contagious. The spiritual masters present could not help but think of the most miserable thing they had ever encountered, and tears gradually appeared in their eyes...

However, the living city respects the strong, and everyone is used to seeing death. Even if they think of the sad things in the past, they can quickly get rid of it.

Some cultivators had cold and sarcastic smiles on their lips. They had long since lost sympathy in their hearts and would not cry over this matter at all.

Some people have lingering consciences, a look of sadness in their eyes, and are unable to extricate themselves from the memories of the past.

Tears flowed from Situ Xuelian's eyes: "Lotus seeds, lotus seeds..."

She feels sorry for her brother...

Thinking of her younger brother's trusting gaze and the shock and pain when she was brutally killed, Situ Xuelian felt endless regret and sadness in her heart.

In the past, no matter what delicious or fun things her brother had, he would immediately think of her and share them with her, but all she could think about was Master Zihe...

"Lianzi, don't worry, when Master Zihe learns the art of resurrection from the dead, he will definitely resurrect you..."

Situ Xuelian murmured.

Gongsun Mang also felt very sad when he thought of the unparalleled disaster he suffered today, but he was not sad enough to cry. But soon, all the sad things he had experienced from birth to now continued to appear in his mind. He burst into tears instantly, and at the same time, a light, green mark appeared on his forehead.

Lan Tiao also had tears in his eyes. He raised his head and tried not to let the tears fall. He thought of his dead father, his helplessness when facing the enemy who killed his father, and his two younger brothers who had lived cautiously in the shadow of Prince Rui since they were young. Then, I remembered that my sister was coveted by Yuan Zhan...

Along with sadness, there is also anger.

At this moment, Lan Tiao suddenly noticed that the statue's eyes seemed to blink.

Is it an illusion?